“Okay…”
“And I thought that you should be the one to decide what happens with it,” he finishes, and my jaw goes slack at his suggestion.
“Me?”
“Yes,” he replies, tone firm, broking no arguments. “Although it was a place of horror for you, it’s also a big part of your history. You can burn it to the ground if you like. Or…” He looks at me with a glint in his eyes that I must admit piques my curiosity.
“Or what?” I ask, a little breathless, my eyebrow raising as I try to work out what he’s getting at. He gives my hand a squeeze, a small smile tugging up his lips.
“Or you can turn it into the most sought-after club in Whetstone, bring it back to its former glory,” he suggests, his smile widening as he takes in my face.
“Make it into a speakeasy, a roaring twenties theme…” I muse aloud, ideas for red velvet couches and beaded fringing already swirling around my head.
“Whatever you want, Nightingale,” Jude adds behind me, leaning closer. “It’ll be your club, the money it makes will also be yours.” My eyes go wide as my dreams of crimson velvet halt, and I look at Aeron.
“My club? My money?” I ask, the idea of having something of my own, something that I’m not reliant on anyone else for, making my stomach dip.
“Your club,” he answers, placing a kiss on my lips. “Your money.” Another kiss has me arching into him, our naked bodies pressed together. “All yours.”
A hand runs down my side, making my back arch and pressing me into Aeron more as Jude strokes my skin, his hand coming around the front of me. It dips lower, caressing over my stomach, and then pauses at my mound.
“Anything you want, Nightingale. We’ll make it happen exactly as you want, and it’ll be yours for life.” His words are a whispered caress against the shell of my ear, a moan leaving my lips when Aeron dips down and sucks a nipple into his mouth, letting go of my hand in order to fondle my other breast.
“But first,” Aeron purrs against my flesh, my hands going to his thick hair as Jude finally strokes over my clit, sending shock waves from my bundle of nerves to join those Aeron is sending from my nipple.
I grind against Jude’s touch, my mouth falling open as they work together to bring me to the brink and then shove me off into the abyss. I shudder and tremble with my orgasm, my fingers gripping Aeron’s hair in a tight fist as the pleasure rolls over and through me, coating me in the bliss of their touch.
As I come down, Jude places a small kiss on my shoulder, Aeron doing the same to my breast, and then they go to pull away. I grab hold of them, my fingers digging into their arms.
“I want you inside me,” I rasp, my cheeks heating even after everything we’ve done together. “Ineedyou inside me.”
They freeze, Aeron looking straight into my eyes. “Are you sure, Dove?”
“Yes,” I gasp out, the thought of them leaving now without either of them inside me is a fucking travesty and makes my heart race in panic.
“And what about me,Koshgelam? Did you forget about me?” Tarl asks, and he peeks over Jude’s shoulder, too fucking sexy as he’s all rumpled from sleep.
“Never,JigarTalâ,” I say, his eyelids drooping at the nickname. “I want you to fuck Jude while he fucks me.” Jude hisses and Tarl’s eyebrows raise, his lips pulling upwards into a sexy as fuck smirk.
“As you wish,Eshgham,” he whispers, and I mewl at the sound falling from his lips. That man would definitely make a fortune from the phones.
A warm palm cups my face as Aeron guides me to his lips and pulls me on top of him as he kisses me. His tongue explores my mouth leisurely, like we have all the time in the world to taste each other. My legs straddle his hips, his hard, beautiful length trapped beneath my wet pussy lips, and I don’t waste time, grinding down and making us both moan.
“Your fucking body, Dove,” Aeron murmurs, his hands cupping my breasts before traveling down to grab my waist to help guide my movements.
We pant, lost in our pleasure, my body heating as he builds me up, but it’s not enough, and with each swipe, I try to get him inside me only for him to pull me away.
“Aeron,” I whine against his mouth, nipping at his lower lip hard enough to draw a bead of copper. I lick it away and his cock jumps beneath me, both of us groaning.
“Impatient little whore, aren’t you?” he coos, the name making wetness slick my core even more. “You want my cock so badly; you’re begging for it like the filthy little slut you are.” God, his mouth and the degrading words coming out of it just build me higher, which he fucking knows.
“Best give our dirty little Nightingale what she wants, brother,” Jude rasps from behind me, his hands falling to my ass cheeks and pulling them apart, studying me. My cheeks heat with his scrutiny. “Her pretty pussy is so pink and wet for you and her ass is just begging me to fill it.”
His hands squeeze to the point of pain, and I keen, the mixed feeling of pleasure and sweet agony making me feel dizzy.
“Help me out then,” Aeron orders, lifting me up by my waist and holding me still.
One of Jude’s hands leaves my ass, and I watch, holding my breath as Jude’s hand reaches down and grabs hold of Aeron’s dick. I gasp when he gives it a slow pump, Aeron’s growl filling the room.
